Apparently, writing is a lot like kegel exercises: if you don’t use it, you’ll lose it. (Or pee yourself upon sneezing.)
I’m feeling a bit rusty and embarrassed for not posting in a while. The real kicker is that I actually made a resolution for 2012 to write more and get outside my comfort zone. I was even stupid enough to announce it to my local blogging community so that I could be held accountable. Now I just look like an ass since I haven’t written in forever.
But the truth is that when it comes to my goals, they slip down the priority scale of every day life. I’m not playing the mommy martyr card. It’s just what happens with every day shenanigans when you are the glue for your family. But I am at the point in my life that I either have to get a boob job or do something self-fulfilling before I have a midlife crisis. (The whole boyfriend thing is out due to my lack of grooming in the winter.)
Tired of listening to my own snivel, I am putting myself out there — hairy pits and all:
1) I am going to be one of the featured bloggers for my local online newspaper. I’ll share the link once it’s live and before it gets banned for being inappropriate.
2) I am auditioning next weekend for Chicago’s stop of the “Listen to Your Mother” show. It’s a national series of live readings by local writers in celebration of Mother’s Day. All the proceeds for this show are being donated to Bright Pink in honor of one of our amazing blogging mamas who is fighting breast cancer.
There’s a ton of talent in this area, so it’s a long shot that I will be selected. I haven’t even chosen the piece to get my Jack Kerouac on. *snap*snap* Can you please help me decide in the comment section? I’ve listed my top picks, but jog my memory if there was another post that struck a chord with you in regards to motherhood. Cast your vote:
3) I am attending the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop in April and will probably soil myself from nerves. It’s the only workshop in the country devoted to both humor and human interest writing. One of the keynote speakers on the schedule was author Jeff Zaslow who was killed in a car crash last week. (He wrote The Girls from Ames and The Last Lecture. Chicago folks might remember his advice column “All that Zazz.”)
It was a sad wake-up call for me that life is too short to put off your dreams and reminded me of my all-time favorite quote:
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, “I used everything you gave me.”
Damn, it’s good to be back!
Please share and comment. I am needy and hormonal.
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